The Dance Lessons(A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 17

"I think it's enough for today, Nialler." I said as I watched the lad down another drink within seconds. 

He groaned. "I'm not a child. I can drink as much as I want."  

Chuckling, I put my arm around his shoulder. "Nobody is treating you like a child, Niall. I'm just saying you'll regret drinking tomorrow morning when you've a hangover."  

"I cannot disagree with her, Niall. You are as drunk as a baby. And I doubt you can even walk on your own without some help." Zayn added his two cents; smiling at me.  

Returning the smile, I took a hold of my glass and downed it; the alcohol burning my throat as it went down.  

Geez, I shouldn't drink.  

"What about you, ma'am? Aren't you a minor?" Liam raised his eyebrows at me. 

I smirked; placing my drink on the table. "I'm eighteen now, Li. And unlike Mr. Horan here; I can handle my alcohol perfectly fine."  

"Hey!" The drunk Leprechaun protested.  

Liam shook his head at us and got up. "I'm gonna check up on Harry and Louis. See if they're up to any mischief." He announced as he made his way through the crowd.  

"And daddy direction is off!" A drunk Niall slurred.  

I laughed along with Zayn. 

"Since Niall is drunk out of his mind; we should do something else. Care for a dance, milady?" He asked, fluttering his eyebrows. I grinned at him.  

"My pleasure, Sire." I said, as we walked to the dance floor together.  

He placed a hand on my waist and intertwined the other one with mine. Placing my free hand on Zayn's shoulder, I moved closer. 

The song changed to Give Me Love and I rejoiced.  

"This is my favorite song!!" I squealed. Zayn chuckled. "I cannot say I don't enjoy it."  

Delightfully listening to the music, I danced around the dance floor with Zayn.  

We exchanged few playful banter between us until he decided to bring up the topic I was wishing to avoid for the rest of my life.  

"Well, you wanna tell me what's going on?" He asked. 

I tried to play innocently. "What do you mean?"  

He narrowed his eyes at me. "You know what, Chelle." 

"Listen, Zayn. I don't really want to talk about it." I stated.  

He sighed. "Fine. I'll let you off. I just hope you change your mind. We've become really close over this few days and I really don't want you to be hurting or anything."  

I smiled up at him. "Don't worry about it, Z. It's nothing." 

He nodded. "I hope."  

"Now can we go back to being playful because this serious environment is suffocating me!" I exclaimed.  

He gave out a laugh. "Only you, Chelle. Only you."  

And just like that, we returned back to our normal, juvenile selves. There were a few times when there was a silence between us; like now. 

We were both staring at each other; looking deeply into each others eyes. He smiled at me; not breaking eye contact and leant forward to kiss my forehead.  

"You look beautiful today." He said. 

I blushed, a crimson red and grinned up at him. "You look pretty too."